This is a song about "The struggles"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

Though with the struggles and the troubles, the culture crumbled

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

Got the passion for the music

I bring you the key to your struggles and your strife

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

I feel like through these struggles i really just deserve respect,

The only difference is it comes back, full effect

I agree that it's wrong to compare different struggles,

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

The bigger the the fun

Ok i hear you talkin